I had a day from...well, you know where, yesterday. No really, I did.
It was one of those days that made me ask myself,
why in the HE** am I even trying to become a published writer anyway? And believe me, it was extremely hard not to shut down my cute little laptop, pack him away amongst the baby blankies and little denim jackets and booties that my kids are all too big to use, and assume that it will be my keepsake. A reminder of the writing career I outgrew, and can no longer fit into my schedule!
But NO. I refuse to look at it that way.
I kept trying to spend some quality time with my laptop yesterday. I would see it on the shelf in the office, light blinking, waiting patiently for me to come over and retrieve him. But alas...two small children aged 3 and 2 didn't deem me worthy of any down time, not even for a freakin'
shower, let alone some writing time. Robot one was feeling exceptionally conniving yesterday, so he kept taking Lightening McQueen from Robot two, which, if you know my family's story, you know that is an instant ticket to screams and head banging, and basically, pure drama that lasts for as long as an hour, give or take. Soooooo...there was a lot of screaming yesterday.
Then lunchtime hit, earlier than usual because of Preschool, which starts at noon, so I needed to make mac-n-cheese, even though both boys refused to eat it, because one of them was too caught up in his "homework", which was scribbling in a Mickey Mouse Coloring Book, and the other is currently living on an "
all cheese puff diet" that is occasionally accompanied by yogurt. So I had to sit and fight with both Robots to get them to eat
anything. Like they care at all that I am trying to sustain life here. Whatever!
Go to he**, mom, we're hangin' here. That's what their expressions clearly said as I held bites of lovely yellow processed cheese meal in front of their little faces.
So then I took Robot one to preschool and brought Robot two home for his (much needed) nap. I had high, pretty little hopes (wrapped up in a bow) of me writing while he slept, but no go. First, I made a committment to myself to get my fat azz on the treadmill before I wrote. Two miles, THEN writing! Well, that didn't pan out so well. I had a rough "reading while walking" incident, that took up lots of time with an ice pack. (Want the deets? Too bad. It's embarrassing. Leave me alone.)
So then once my 2 miles were up (
limping), I had to put all of my appointments, etc, into my new planner, because one of my goals for this next year is to be WAY more organized. *Snort* Okie dokie. So before I knew it, it was time to pick up Robot one at preschool, and my house was still looking like a bomb had gone off. You know you're Brooke Moss when the laptop is beckoning you, and the house looks like hiroshima, and you have to be somewhere 12 minutes away with 4 minutes til you're supposed to be there. *SIGH*
Sooooooo....I yanked Robot two out of bed, which is terrible for him, as he is a child of order and routine, and so when his sleep is interrupted, all he** breaks loose, and the rest of the neighborhood pays. And that's exactly what happened. So I carry him screaming out to my car, then proceed to pick Robot one up, drive to the middle school to pick up my oldest (and his friend), then speed to the friends house to drop him off (polite kid, wish I could trade him for one of mine, but whatever...), then pull a Ricky Bobby, and come screaming into the Elementary School Parking lot to pick up my one and only daughter (and
two friends), then rush rush rush to drop the friends off, then get all four of my own kids, one of which is still screaming bloody freaking murder, home.
We get there, deal out snacks, start chores and homework (Which often induces tears in the oldest kids. Super duper.) and then I proceed to work amongst Robot one singing preschool songs at the TOP of his lungs, while Robot two still screams, and my daughter practices piano (because now is the
perfect time to practice Ode To Joy 43 times, right?) and my oldest sobs because math gives him a stomach ache!
And all the while...my pretty little laptop sits there, beckoning me...
So then I make dinner, feed the monsters and my husband (who proceeded to come home and lie down until dinner was ready), then I start baths, clean the kitchen, check emails, email the math teacher, take a bath myself, read books with the monsters, put them all to bed (Which is an hour long process), try to spend a fraction of my time with my hubby, who is complaining about being too tired to watch the Apprentice on TV, and then...
Finally, blessed writing time starts....
And I wake up 3 hours later, lying on the bed next to my beautiful laptop, drooling.
*SIGH* I will try again tomorrow.
Brooke Moss.
